Category: Interludes
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Discipline
Sebastian’s Saturday night had effectively started with him naked on his knees at the foot of his own bed, hands held behind his back because Jay had ordered him to keep them there.
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Witching Hour
Sebastian’s body was a vague outline in the dark; he didn’t answer, but after a second or two made another sound, low in his throat, and shifted uneasily beneath the covers. He was having a nightmare.
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Fifth of November
From what Jay had heard, people who’d been in war zones tended not to enjoy fireworks all that much—especially when those fireworks were going off randomly in their neighbourhoods. Moran hadn’t said anything about it, but their relationship (for lack of a better word) wasn’t exactly at the trauma-sharing stage.
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Anytime You Like
Despite twelve years in the Army and an active social life, Sebastian had never seen this many cocks in one place before. That they were all made of silicone and currently in a bag was a minor detail. “Why do you have so many of these?”
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The Scientific Method
Jay didn’t like Sebastian touching his chest. They’d established that early on, and Sebastian hadn’t questioned it since. But here they were nearly two months post-surgery, and already something was different—the way Jay carried himself, the way he moved. There was an ease to it that wasn’t there before. Hence, the experiment.